Chapter 1: Prologue - Destination?
Eh, where should I start the story? Well, let's start from the beginning, but only briefly.
My name is George. Born and raised in the sunny Krasnodar region.
My appearance is as follows: height - meter ninety-three, dark brown, unruly hair that always stands up straight, as if I was electrocuted. Brown eyes, thick eyebrows, a neat nose and warm-colored lips.
And yesterday I turned eighteen. An extremely important date in a person's life. I celebrated it accordingly.
And already today, returning home, with a small headache, he died.
No, I wasn't hit by a car-chan, because I'm not an idiot and I always look around.
I didn't save the girl from the truck-san, because there are a lot of girls, and my mother has only one George.
Okay, seriously, saving idiots is a thankless task, and risking your skin at the same time
Okay, I won't torment you with waiting. It appears that it would be like this.
Cool breeze. The sun hid behind clouds. Puddles all around
In general, the standard winter in the Kuban.
Thoughts of what would happen after death tormented the mind. Is there a God? Satan? Or maybe reincarnation? Or I'll just fall asleep forever, and my "I" will go out like a candle.
Most of all I was afraid of the latter. I'd rather be glad to be in the devil's cauldron or the icy lake of Cocytus. It doesn't matter, the main thing is that I will exist.
Consciousness was slowly, slowly getting out of control. No matter how I tried to resist, it was clearly stronger than me.
The last thing I saw was the driver slapping me on the cheeks and onlookers filming the scene with their phones.
Now I understand that if I were offered to exchange my life for the lives of others, I would agree without even thinking.
One person. Ten. A hundred. A thousand or a million.
I didn't care and it scares me.
I was asked once. What am I most afraid of?
Fear of spiders? Snakes? Heights? Maybe death?
Then I couldn't answer
But now I can responsibly state that my biggest fear is the unknown.